Too much chips gonna break your bed

Today Aaron had some chips. And when I say some, I mean at least half a bag of sour cream and onion Lays. And then there was the candy. You know, like 10 halloween sized pieces. All within an hour.

Now I am not one to judge, as I am not known for my health habits, but tonight when we all went to sit on the edge of our bed to read stories at bedtime there was a thump as we were dropped several inches. That’s right, when my husband sat on the bed, he broke the frame. The metal frame. So awesome.

[Before you think I am totally jerky, he practically begged me to write this. But I would have anyway, so maybe I am pretty jerky.]